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Lester sighed, when his gaze fell on Connor Temple who stood on a counter in the laboratory, without his fucking protective hat on, toxic fungi spreading its way through the room, even slowly tainting the armoured glass through which they were observing the scene.
How had the boy managed to get himself in such a situation? Again!
It was that moment in which frightened black eyes caught his own, making his heart clench painfully in his chest. Holding the gaze, suppressing the rising alarm, Lester could only think of three words which played repeatedly in his mind:
"Please, not him."